The Move...OMG.

Don't move with a four and two year old. Just don't. Wait until they can fly by themselves. Or can be entertained with an i-pod or video games. No. Just don't.

I thought they would be excited by the plane. After all, at the airport we flew out of, we got to actually walk on the tarmac and up some stairs into the plane. For a minute or two, the flight was good.

Then it turned really, really bad.

For almost two solid hours, Sebastian kicked the back of the seat in front of him. The woman was 70 if she was a day. At one point, she reclined the chair by a fraction of an inch. That was it for Sebastian. That chair (and the lady in it) were bobbing like we were flying through a hurricane. Matthew could not sit still for even an instant. Not one. Think of a Mexican Jumping bean after hatching in Red Bull. Luckily, it was only 2 hours. That said, the airline posted our pictures with a note informing ticket agents to NEVER let us on their planes again.

Since we had moved, but our furniture was still in transit, we got to stay for a few days in a hotel. The boys were so excited about the pool. So excited that as soon as we got there, they NEEDED to put on their life jackets. Instead of dealing with the end of the world as they knew it, we made them a deal. They could wear their lifejackets, but not go swimming until the following day. They were okay with that. As a result: TV in pajamas and lifejackets.

It took quite a while, but finally they settled down. Together. This picture almost makes me forget the flight. Almost.

Rest assured, this picture will not be forgotten on first dates or weddings.